This Mother Bug seemed to be restraining its urge to feed.
Whoosh!
The rampaging Opium Poppy Tree shot out an emerald-green leaf.
Like a green blade, it flew straight at the Mother Bug's heart!
The dazed Mother Bug was hit.
The hard armor on its body was sliced open by the leaf, red fluid flowing out as it let out a low wail.
A group of towering Guardian Insects, built like tanks, quickly surrounded the Mother Bug.
They shrieked, seemingly trying to make the Mother Bug leave.
Yet it still refused to leave this place of sorrow. It was unwilling to abandon Di's corpse, nor did it fight back. It simply remained where it was.
It allowed the Opium Poppy Tree to attack it.
Seashell could vaguely understand why the Mother Bug was doing this...
Perhaps it had inherited some memories from the past.
It knew this was a place of sorrow.
The Green Field Civilization, that beautiful homeland.
It had been native soil, a harbor, a cradle, and a place filled with love and hope.
There had been laughter here, tears here, happiness here, gratitude here, blessings here...
It carried too much.
But on that day, everything had been destroyed, extinguished, erased.
That beautiful past had bloomed like flowers.
Then it had returned to the darkness.
It would never, ever exist again.
You were the chief culprit, and so was I.
We were all murderers.
You died yesterday, and I would seek revenge tomorrow.
The Mother Bug said nothing and allowed the Opium Poppy Tree to attack.
It was as though the obsessions of countless people were lashing its body.
Within its heart, countless voices rang out, screaming themselves hoarse.
We were supposed to become gods!
Though the Opium Poppy Tree was reduced to a mere stump, it